The Works of Shakespeare: In Eight Volumes : Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected, with Notes, Explanatory, and Critical, Band 7C. Hitch and L. Hawes, J. and R. Tonson, B. Dod, G. Woodfall, J. Rivington, R. Baldwin, T. Longman, S. Crowder and Company, W. Johnson, C. Corbet, T. Lownds, and T. Caslon, 1762 |
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... Guide thou the fword- Cefar , thou art reveng'd , Ev'n with the fword that kill'd thee- [ Kills himself . Pind . So , I am free ; yet would not fo have been , Durft I have done my will . Oh , Caffius ! Far from this country Pindarus ...
... Guide thou the fword- Cefar , thou art reveng'd , Ev'n with the fword that kill'd thee- [ Kills himself . Pind . So , I am free ; yet would not fo have been , Durft I have done my will . Oh , Caffius ! Far from this country Pindarus ...
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... , nor Confequences ; but am in a Mift of Fortune , and refolved to proceed on the Project determined . In Ken , means , " in profpect , within Sight , before my Eyes . " L 4 Guid Guid . Hail , heaven ! Aru .. Hail , CYMBELINE . 247.
... , nor Confequences ; but am in a Mift of Fortune , and refolved to proceed on the Project determined . In Ken , means , " in profpect , within Sight , before my Eyes . " L 4 Guid Guid . Hail , heaven ! Aru .. Hail , CYMBELINE . 247.
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... Guid . Hail , heaven ! Aru .. Hail , heav'n ! Bel . Now for our mountain fport , up to yond hill , Your legs are young : I'll tread thefe flats . Confider , When you , above , perceive me like a crow , That it is place which leffens and ...
... Guid . Hail , heaven ! Aru .. Hail , heav'n ! Bel . Now for our mountain fport , up to yond hill , Your legs are young : I'll tread thefe flats . Confider , When you , above , perceive me like a crow , That it is place which leffens and ...
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... Guid . Uncertain favour ! Bel . My fault being nothing , as I have told you oft , But that two villains ( whofe falfe oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour ) swore to Cymbeline , I was confed'rate with the Romans : fo , Follow'd my ...
... Guid . Uncertain favour ! Bel . My fault being nothing , as I have told you oft , But that two villains ( whofe falfe oaths prevail'd Before my perfect honour ) swore to Cymbeline , I was confed'rate with the Romans : fo , Follow'd my ...
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... Guid . I'm thoroughly weary . Arv . I'm weak with toil , yet ftrong in appetite . Guid . There is cold meat i'th'cave , we'll brouze on that , Whilft what , we've kill'd , be cook'd . Bel . Stay , come not in- But that it eats our ...
... Guid . I'm thoroughly weary . Arv . I'm weak with toil , yet ftrong in appetite . Guid . There is cold meat i'th'cave , we'll brouze on that , Whilft what , we've kill'd , be cook'd . Bel . Stay , come not in- But that it eats our ...
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Seite 33 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Seite 331 - And posts, like the commandment of a King, Sans check, to good and bad: but when the planets In evil mixture to disorder wander, What plagues, and what portents, what mutiny, What raging of the sea. shaking of earth, Commotion in the winds, frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture!
Seite 49 - Had you rather Caesar were living and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all free men? As Caesar loved me, I weep for him; as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it; as he was valiant, I honour him : but, as he was ambitious, I slew him. There is tears for his love; joy for his fortune; honour for his valour; and death for his ambition.
Seite 54 - And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you. I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is ; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend...
Seite 22 - How that might change his nature, there's the question: It is the bright day that brings forth the adder; And that craves wary walking. Crown him? — that? And then, I grant, we put a sting in him, That at his will he may do danger with.
Seite 10 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Seite 113 - O'er-picturing that Venus, where we see The fancy outwork nature: on each side her Stood pretty dimpled boys, like smiling Cupids, With divers-colour'd fans, whose wind did seem To glow the delicate cheeks which they did cool. And what they undid, did. AGR. O, rare for Antony! ENO. Her gentlewomen, like the Nereides, So many mermaids, tended her i...
Seite 53 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Seite 7 - And do you now put on your best attire? And do you now cull out a holiday? And do you now strew flowers in his way, That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood? Be gone! Run to your houses, fall upon your knees, Pray to the gods to intermit the plague That needs must light on this ingratitude.
Seite 372 - Perseverance, dear my lord, Keeps honour bright : To have done, is to hang Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail In monumental mockery.